This is a song about "Von trail mom"

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Tats no dey for my arm

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Strapped up attacking mom nature

I get a pen and paper

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Battle champs just shows the latest, man i'm on a trail to greatness

My sim card's the bomb

Well go cry to your mom

You got that indie glow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe